Chapter 2 Jiang Cichen is cold, arrogant, and aloof, looking down on all living beings...
Although Tangli was confused, the young lady had been very forgetful since she woke up this morning.
But in her heart, Tangli biasedly labeled her as a forgetful and careless person.
After all, Tangli still relies on her to avenge the real lady, so naturally she has to serve her attentively.
Luo Wan played with the white jade tea set in his hand, tapping the cup with his fingertips.
The timeline begins on the second day after the fall of Jinxi City.
She was in Jinxi City looking for a medical book.
A wealthy businessman in Sicheng lost a treasure which contained many methods for diagnosing and treating difficult and complicated diseases. His wife was dying, so he paid a high price to ask a gangster to find it.
The wealthy businessman described the person who stole the treasure that day as wearing a nightgown with a dark pattern of cloud and crane. According to the secret book of Tingyu Tower, this dark pattern came from the Shen family, the prime minister of the Northern Kingdom.
Prime Minister Shen has only one son, who is being held hostage in Xiliang. In order to seize the medical book, Luo Wan and Chu Lin threaten his life.
Chu Lin shot the secret letter with an iron arrow towards the plaque on the gate of Shen Mansion: Hand over the medical book within three days, otherwise the bones of the young man from Xiliang will be buried with the yellow sand.
Then, the silly little beggar, who was sent away by Chu Lin with a few taels of silver, stumbled across the long street holding a blood-stained undergarment and delivered it to the Shen Mansion. It was made by Mrs. Shen herself when she was bidding farewell to her son.
At the same time, Luo Wan, who had been keeping a close eye on the prime minister's only son in Xiliang, happened to meet Chi Wanwan, the daughter of a terminally ill tea merchant. Luo Wan had always lacked an identity to hide herself, so she made a deal with her. She replaced Chi Wanwan's identity in exchange for revenge.
Chu Lin received a letter today, saying that the Shen Mansion had sent someone to negotiate, and the location was Jinxi City where she was now.
The noise outside the window grew louder and louder, bringing Luo Wan's wandering thoughts back to reality.
At this moment, Jinxi City welcomed its new master, the emperor who would rule the world in the future, now a young general full of vigor and vitality. In this expedition, Jinxi City would be the last city he would conquer.
Luo Wan vaguely remembered that when the king's army returned victorious at the end of the year, the young general would be awarded a title of nobility and a military officer for his outstanding military achievements.
Although Tingyu Tower was in charge of the secrets of the world, it had no information about why this young general later committed treason.
After he put on the yellow robe and took over the Tingyu Tower, he destroyed all his life stories.
Luo Wan put down the teacup and said, "Let's go and take a look."
The morning in my previous life was just like today, sunny and lightly snowing.
But Luo Wan didn't care and didn't kneel to greet him.
No one would have expected a minister to become emperor.
Seeing Luo Wan walk into the courtyard, Tang Li hurriedly took out the veil from her dressing box and ran after her: "Young lady is weak, and because she is a girl, she often covers her face with veil when selling tea, doing business, or going out to meet people."
Luo Wan paused slightly, took the veil and gently covered her face, then tied it casually at the back of her head: "May I?"
Tangli looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.
With a creaky sound, the mottled courtyard door was slowly pushed open.
The long street was already crowded with people, and whispers were heard one after another:
"See? This is the elite army of the Northern Kingdom. The Western Liang Yun Kingdom is at the end of its rope. Submission to the Northern Dynasty is the wisest move."
"I heard the Northern Kingdom's commander conquered seven cities in a row. I think the city lords should have surrendered long ago. They lost so much food, fodder, and troops for nothing..."
"That's right!" The people around echoed.
"Kneel—" The ceremonial officer's loud voice sounded every hundred meters.
Luo Wan looked up and saw soldiers with spears blocking the people on both sides of the street.
More than a hundred feet away, a sea of people, like waves of wheat, were kneeling down to welcome the new master into the city.
As the sound of iron hooves approached, the wave of people was advancing towards her direction layer by layer.
"Kneel—" the ceremonial officer's voice came again.
The sound of horse hooves gradually approached. Luo Wan listened to the crisp sound of hooves on the bluestone slabs, and knew that Wang Jun's army was already within reach.
Suddenly, a howling north wind blew away the veil on Luo Wan's face. Luo Wan reached out to catch it, but only caught a few snowflakes.
The white gauze fluttered and finally fell in the middle of the long street.
Luo Wan followed his gaze and it landed under the iron hooves of the red horse.
At just one glance, she recognized that this was a rare wild horse from the Western Regions.
The young man on horseback casually pulled the reins, and the fierce horse obediently changed its pace, and the gauze was instantly trampled into the mud.
Luo Wan suddenly raised his eyes.
He was different from what Luo Wan had imagined, very different.
He did not have the burly and fierce appearance of a soldier. The young man had a calm face and bright eyes. He was wearing a black armor and a black fox cloak. His lips were tightly pursed. He glanced at Luo Wan coldly without stopping.
Tangli behind him gasped and hurriedly pulled Luo Wan's sleeve.
Luo Wan slowly knelt down with the others, but saw the corners of the young man's lips suddenly curl up. The smile did not reach his eyes, but instead added a bit of sarcasm.
Wang Jun's army column gradually moved away, and Luo Wan looked at the tall figure thoughtfully.
When the ceremonial officer shouted "Kneel" again, her eyebrows raised slightly.
Cold, arrogant, and solitary, he looked down upon all living beings. It turned out that Jiang Cichen had the potential to be an emperor when he was young.
The branches in the yard were covered with heavy snow, as if they would break at any time. The green plums still hung stubbornly on the branches, and looked particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the white snow.
Back in the house, Tangli took the cloak and draped it over Mu Shi, and Luo Wan sat back on the Arhat bed by the window.
Tangli came over and said softly, "Miss, this tea is cold. Let me change it."
Luo Wan just said "hmm" and didn't say much.
Soon, Tangli changed the cup to a hot cup of Pu'er tea and warned her, "Miss, don't drink too much, or you'll have insomnia at night."
"No problem." Luo Wan said.
Anyway, she had no plans to sleep tonight, as the negotiations with the Shen family would begin tonight.
Tang Li calmed down for a while and recalled the scene of kneeling to welcome the Northern Kingdom army: "I was scared to death just now. I thought the soldiers would put us in jail."
Hearing this, Luo Wan looked towards Tang Li and asked, "Why?"
"Miss, didn't you notice just now?" Tang Li was still in shock. "When the man on horseback looked at me, the look in his eyes was very scary."
"Are you scared?"
Tangli squatted down and fiddled with the stove, curled her lips and said firmly: "Don't be afraid, I'm just worried that if we die, no one will be able to help the young lady get revenge."
As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears.
Her young lady had a very hard life. She lost her mother at the age of four and was driven out of the house by her aunt at the age of ten.
After five or six years of wandering, he finally relied on his own talents to open up the road to becoming a tea merchant in various countries.
However, he was plagued by a serious illness and died in the frontier thousands of miles away from home. Even the most basic cenotaph was built casually.
There was a moment of silence in the room. Luo Wan never did anything to comfort others.
It is superficial and only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.
Since she promised to help Chi Wanwan get revenge, she would not go back on her word.
Luo Wan picked up the teacup and poured a cup of tea. His tone was calm and emotionless: "Add more charcoal. It will probably rain tonight."
While drinking tea, I looked out the window at the long street of lights.
When the sky turned dark blue and the lights on the long street dimmed, it really started to rain.
Luo Wan was wearing a dark nightgown that wrapped tightly around his body, with narrow sleeves gathered at the wrists and a black leather belt around his waist.
Half of the black veil covered the bridge of her nose to her chin, revealing only a pair of cold star-like eyes. Her black hair was tied into a round bun at the back of her head, just like a man.
Luo Wan looked at Tang Li with a frown on her face, and felt something was strange for a moment, but he couldn't tell why.
He said, "Remember to boil a kettle of water."
Tangli nodded: "It's cold outside with rain and snow, so go early and come back early, Miss."
I didn't pay attention to it in my previous life, but the final result of the transaction showed that Tangli's worries were not unnecessary.
Tingyu Tower is divided into Qianji, who treats diseases and refines poisons; Yasheng, who sells information; and Panguan, who specializes in raising assassins.
The death warriors are divided into first, second and third levels, with the first level being the lowest level, and the first level is the minimum threshold to become a death warrior.
Becoming a death warrior is eligible to choose a deputy, who is called a "shadow".
Most of the assassins in Tingyu Tower have lived and died outside for more than ten years, but they are only at the second level, and a few died before reaching the second level.
Only after reaching the third level can one be qualified to challenge the OP, replace the OP, and then ascend to the position of OP.
Luo Wan is the only one in Tingyu Tower in the past hundred years who is a second-level assassin as soon as he leaves the tower.
Luo Wan's talent also became the fuse for her to underestimate the enemy.
The confrontation with the assassins sent by the Prime Minister's Office almost caused her death in Jinxi City.
Separated by light and darkness, looking up, one can see a figure reflected on the paper window by the flickering candlelight. The person is cautiously wearing a veil and a hat.
Luo Wan's fingertips gently stroked the leather sheath at his waist. He took a deep breath, and the internal force in his dantian surged up like a spring stream breaking through the ice. When he exerted force on his toes, a few dead leaves on the bluestone slab beside his feet were shaken away. He placed and pressed the window frame with his left hand, and silently opened the carved wooden window with his right hand, then curled up and climbed in.
The candlelight illuminated half of her figure. The person across the table did not speak or move, as if he had anticipated her behavior.
The raindrops dripping on the nightgown became the only sound in the room.
"What does your master plan to do?" Luo Wan's voice changed.
The man did not answer, but rubbed the rim of the cup with his knuckles. The sky-blue glaze made his fingertips look like jade. He leisurely brewed a cup of tea for her.
Luo Wan just thought it was ridiculous. Both of them were clearly covering their faces with veils, yet they were pretending to drink tea here.
"I won't give you the medicine book. And don't even think about touching the person." The man said in a low voice.
"Then there's nothing to discuss." Luo Wan turned and walked to the threshold, saying, "Wait to collect Shen Zhiyan's body."
There was a sudden gust of air behind her, and the teacup in the man's hand exploded into three pieces. The largest porcelain blade made a sound of breaking wind and went straight to the back of her head, while the remaining two pieces formed horns to block her left and right retreat routes.
This situation is exactly the same as in the previous life.
Luo Wan kicked away the porcelain blade that was heading straight for the back of her head. The other porcelain blade passed from the back of her head to her ear, cutting off a strand of her hair, which slowly fell to the ground.
The man sneered, "She's actually a woman! Tingyu Tower has become so miserable."
Luo Wan tilted his head and said calmly, "Why do you think that Tingyu Tower's assassins must be men?"
The person under the veiled hat chuckled and did not continue the meaningless topic. Instead, he said, "Catch you and the problem will be solved."
A flash of lightning split the night sky, and the momentary pale light illuminated the confronting figures in the house.
Three silver needles flew out from Luo Wan's sleeves, and three rays of cold light formed a "品" shape and went straight to the man's throat.
The man suddenly slapped the rosewood table with his left hand, and the whole table shook with a "click". The moment the tea soup in the cup caused a half-inch ripple, it took advantage of the force to rise into the air, and the wind pressure it brought caused the candle flame to suddenly drop by half.
He twisted his waist in mid-air and kicked the three silver needles with the tips of his black boots. The kicked silver needles changed direction and shot towards the carved window frame. The three needles were nailed to the window wood almost at the same time.
Luo Wan's gaze suddenly fixed on the man's soap boots. A dark pattern was revealed at the folded part of the boot shaft. It was embroidered with black silk thread and was of fine workmanship.
It is definitely not something that an ordinary assassin can wear.
She wanted to see who the person under the veil and hat was.
In a flash, Luo Wan stabbed him with a short blade.
Thunder rolled over the eaves again.
Raindrops slid down the hat and hit the bluestone. Luo Wan's sword cut through the rain curtain and went straight for the man's hat.
The sword was extremely fast, and the blade cut through the raindrops, splashing fine water mist, reflecting a cold arc of light in the dim night.
The man's body tilted slightly, and the light gauze on the edge of his hat was lifted by the sword energy, fluttering like a fallen leaf, spinning and falling into the muddy rain ground.
In the rain, the man's true face was still not visible. A silver mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of bottomless eyes. The cold metal glowed faintly in the rain.
The rain slid down the outline of the mask. Luo Wan's eyes fell on his fair neck. Under the moonlight on a cold rainy night, he seemed particularly abstinent.
“Whoosh!”
The arrow tore through the rain curtain and pierced Luo Wan's right shoulder like a black lightning. She groaned at the moment of severe pain.
The man tutted impatiently and slapped out with his palm without any warning. Luo Wan raised his head abruptly and hastily raised his arm to block.
"Bang!"
A dull crash exploded in the rain.
The palm force penetrated his muscles and bones, causing Luo Wan to stagger back two steps.
The man suddenly climbed up the high wall, the tip of his boots lightly touched the eaves, and in a few jumps he disappeared behind the continuous roof ridges.
The copper bells on the eaves swayed gently in the wind. A man stood on the roof, his black robe coated with a layer of silver in the moonlight.
He raised his hand and touched the edge of the mask. The moment the mask was taken off, the night wind blew the rain across his face, and his pair of ink-like deep peach blossom eyes were extremely aggressive.
"Why did you shoot?" he asked.
The young man in blue put away his crossbow, gave him a meaningful look, and said, "Why don't you kill him? Do you really want to be unmasked?"
Jiang Cichen turned a deaf ear and said, "She is definitely more than the second level."
He had fought against the third-level warriors from Tingyu Tower, and today's assassins were at least third-level.
The young man in blue said: "There are only a few pieces of information from Yanyun Pavilion. The assassin Luo Wan who received the medical book mission is a second-level assassin. His whereabouts are unknown."
Jiang Cichen tilted his head to glance at the young man in blue and said, "Let Yanyun Pavilion investigate further."
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